The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife - Chapter 57

57 Good or Bad, I Remembered

She was not worried. She would take care of them one by one!

Zhao Zhizhi was dead. Sooner or later, it would be that scumbag’s turn.

Niu Tongsheng sighed. “That child will never marry you, so it’s better for you to marry Xie Heng.”

Zhao Chuchu knew very well that was not the way Niu Tongsheng felt at the time. In the eyes of the original owner, he was a bad guy, but at least the original owner didn’t have to be tortured by those people.

Although Xie Heng was a stranger living under the same roof, Xie Heng was still protective of the original owner, more or less. The Zhao clan had requested the original owner return to work, but Xie Heng put an end to all of their demands.

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“Da Lang is very nice,” said Zhao Chuchu. “If it weren’t for him, I would not be able to make it. I remember who treated me well and who did not.”

“That’s the way it should be.”

“What if Madam Yang came to beg me in person? Would the village chief continue to persuade me?”

“As the village chief, I have the duty to address certain things, but I won’t force you to do them a certain way.”

Of course, he would say that. Zhao Chuchu was like a different person now. He would not be as stupid as those from the Zhao clan, who had completely pissed off Zhao Chuchu.

“I’m glad to hear it; I believe you are a fair man.”

Zhao Chuchu smiled before she continued walking toward the Xie household.

Niu Tongsheng followed close behind. As he looked at Zhao Chuchu, a complicated feeling suddenly filled his chest.

Xie Heng was inside the room while Xie Jun was sitting in front of the kitchen stove, minding the cooking fire that was boiling some water.

When he saw Zhao Chuchu returning, Xie Jun stood up and said proudly, “Sister, I have some hot water that’s already boiled. Do you want to take a bath first? It must be very tiring for you to go out and treat these people.”

Xie Jun was a child with some growing up to do, whose features were gentle and pleasing. He would most likely grow into a handsome young man with an outstanding appearance.

When the poison in his body was inactive, there was not much difference between him and other children, except that his constitution was slightly weaker.

“That’s so nice of you. But I have to make dinner first. Would you go and read with your brother?” Zhao Chuchu patted his head adoringly.

Xie Jun rubbed his hands together and said, “Okay, I’ll do as you say, sister.”

Then, he ran out as soon as he finished speaking.

Zhao Chuchu closed the door with a smile.

As soon as she thought of Xie Heng’s bitter look when he saw those steamed buns on the table, she couldn’t help but snicker.

Unfortunately, they were still eating buns that night.

Zhao Chuchu was making a ruckus in the kitchen. When it was about time, she took the steamed buns out and put them in the steamers on the pot, making it appear as if they had just been made. Then, she called Niu Tongsheng and the others to help take the buns out.

As soon as Xie Heng heard Zhao Chuchu’s summoning for help, he had a very bad feeling about dinner.

Sure enough, it’s buns again!

For the first time, Xie Heng wondered if it was a mistake for him to pretend he was blind.

Zhao Chuchu knew that everyone was trying to save those steamed buns instead of eating them here and now. So, once again, Zhao Chuchu divided the buns according to the number of heads and had them take them home to their families.

Xie Heng, on the other hand, was carrying a bowl of porridge. He would rather die than eat even one single steamed bun.

When Zhao Chuchu saw what he was doing, she couldn’t help the small smile that crept across the corners of her mouth.

After Xie Jun fell asleep at night, Xie Heng came over and motioned for Zhao Chuchu to follow him.

Zhao Chuchu didn’t know what he meant to do.

Xie Heng took her into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?”

“Watch me.”

Xie Heng lit the candle and did not say another word.

Zhao Chuchu stood aside, watching Xie Heng take the glutinous rice flour and pour it into a wooden basin. He rolled up his sleeves, skillfully added an appropriate amount of water to the mix, and kneaded the flour with his long, slender hands.

“Where did you put the sesame, peanuts, and sugar?”

“Over here.”

Zhao Chuchu found them and gave them to him.

Xie Heng was really fed up with steamed buns for three meals a day, for days on end.

Zhao Chuchu couldn’t even make a dough using the same glutinous rice flour. However, Xie Heng made them into small, delicate rice balls with peanut fillings.

In addition, there were also sugar dangos and sesame balls.

For some reason, watching Xie Heng making food was really amusing to Zhao Chuchu, and she almost burst out laughing.

He was serious about rushing to cook something palatable for himself to eat so he wouldn’t die of starvation!

“Try it?” Xie Heng handed a finished sugar dango for Zhao Chuchu to try.